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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Stooges to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.