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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.