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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.