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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nirvana 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.