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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.