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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.