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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.