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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.