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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.