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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.