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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
AZ,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Faust,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.