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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.