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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.