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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.