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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.