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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.