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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.