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 .
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.