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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.