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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.