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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.