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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.