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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.