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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Pole,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.