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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.