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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.