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 China and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.