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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.