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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.