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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.