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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Interpol,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.