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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Monks,
This Heat,
MC5,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.