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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.