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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 organ 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.