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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.