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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Television,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.