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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.