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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.