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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.