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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.