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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.