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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.