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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
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Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.