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 Algeria 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.