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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.