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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.