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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Pole,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.