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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.