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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Q65,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.