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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.