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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.