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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.