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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.