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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.