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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.