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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.