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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.