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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.