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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe 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 rock 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.