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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.