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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.