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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Pylon,
MDC,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.