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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
cv313,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Can,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.