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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
the Swans,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.