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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.