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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.