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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.