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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.