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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Wings,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.