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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.