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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.