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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.