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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.