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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Index,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.