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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.