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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.