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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.