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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
the Association,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.