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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
the Association,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.