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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
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.