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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Malaria!,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.