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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.