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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.