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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.