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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Faust,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.