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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.