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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.