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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.