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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.