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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.