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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.