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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Franke,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.