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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '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 Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Television,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.