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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.