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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.