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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.