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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.