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 Colombia and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.