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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Index,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.