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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.