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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.