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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.