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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Magma,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.