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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.