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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.