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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.