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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.