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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.