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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.