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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Visage,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.