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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.