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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.