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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.