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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.