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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.