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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.