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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.