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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.