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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.