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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.