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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.