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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 the Swans to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Swans, Swans, Swans, 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.