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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.