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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.