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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.