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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.