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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Darondo,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.