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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.