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 Spain and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.