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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.