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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.