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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.