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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.