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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.