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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.