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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon 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?
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
New Order,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.