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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.