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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.