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 Singapore 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
The Seeds,
X-102,
New Order,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
UT,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Television,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Pylon,
CMW,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.