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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.