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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Youth Brigade 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.