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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.