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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.