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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.