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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Technova,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.