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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.