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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.