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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Visage,
John Cale,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.