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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Monolake 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Smog,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.