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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.