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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.