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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.