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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.