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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Television,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.