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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Wings,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.