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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.