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 Ecuador 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.