Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
The Monks,
Moebius,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.