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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.