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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
the Normal,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.