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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.