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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.