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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
JFA,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.