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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.