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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.