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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.