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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.