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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.