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 Poland and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Motions,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.