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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.