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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.