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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
the Association,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.