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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
X-101,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.