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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.