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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Human League,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.