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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.