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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
ABC,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.