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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
MDC,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.