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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.