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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.