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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Josef K,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.