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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.