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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.