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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
MC5,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.