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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.