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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.