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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.