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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.