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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.