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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.