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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Happenings 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.