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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Pole,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.