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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.