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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.