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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.