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 San Marino 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.