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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Can,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.