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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.