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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
10cc,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.