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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.