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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Index to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.