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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.