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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Television,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.