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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.