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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.