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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Corsano to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.