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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Television,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.