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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.