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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.