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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.