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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.