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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Happenings to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.