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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.