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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
the Association,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.