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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.