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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.