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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.