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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.