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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cure to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
The Standells,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.