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 Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.