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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.