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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.