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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.