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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.