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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
X-102,
The Martian,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
The Move,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.