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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.