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 Austria and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Japan,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.