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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.