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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.