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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.