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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.