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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.