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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.