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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
AZ,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Magma,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.