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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.