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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.