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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.