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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.