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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.