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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.