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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Index,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.