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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Visage,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.