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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.