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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 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 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 the Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.