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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.