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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.