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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.