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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.