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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.