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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.