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 Antigua and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.