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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Germs to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
cv313,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.