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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.