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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Television,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
New Order,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.