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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.