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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.