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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
The Evens,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.