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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 CMW to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.