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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.