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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.