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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.