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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.