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 Zambia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.