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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.