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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.