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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.