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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.