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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Wire,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.