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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.