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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.