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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.