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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.