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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wire to the techno 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.