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 Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
PIL,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.