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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.