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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
The Move,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.