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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.