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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
the Association,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.