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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.