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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.