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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
The Index,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.