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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.