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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Wire,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.