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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Nas,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.