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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Index 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Drexciya,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.