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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Gun Club,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.