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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.