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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.