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 United States and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.