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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.