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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.