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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.