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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
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.