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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.