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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.