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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.