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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.