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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.