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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
UT,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.