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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Magma,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Q65,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.