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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
The Names,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.