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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.