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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.