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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.