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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.