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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Excepter,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.