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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Swans,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.