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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.