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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Holt to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.