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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.