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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Mars,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.