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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.