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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.