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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.