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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.