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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.