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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Mars,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.