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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.