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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.