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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.