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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.