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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Rakim to the grime 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Neu!,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.