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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Scion,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.