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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.