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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.