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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc 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?
The Vogues,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.