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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.