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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.