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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
cv313,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.