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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.