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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.