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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.