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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.