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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.