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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.