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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.