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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.