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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Can,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.