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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.