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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.