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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.