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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.