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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.