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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.