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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.