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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.