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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
The Slits,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
PIL,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.