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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Smog to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.