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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Organ to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.