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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.