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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
MDC,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.