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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.