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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.