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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.