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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.