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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Audionom,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
The Names,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.