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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.