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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.