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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.