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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.