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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 snare 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.