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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.