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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.