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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.