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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.