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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Japan,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
The Move,
The Cure,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.