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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.