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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Normal 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.