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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
the Association,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.