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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 MDC 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Smog,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Index,
ABBA,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.