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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.