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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.