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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.