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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Dark Day 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.