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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.