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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.