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 Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.