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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.