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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.