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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.