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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.