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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Can,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Urselle,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.