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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead 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?
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.