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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.