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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.