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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.