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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.