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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.