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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
the Germs,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.