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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Model 500,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.