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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.