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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Hoover,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.