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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.