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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.