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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.