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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.