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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.