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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Busters,
Visage,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.