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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.