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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
JFA,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.