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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.