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 Honduras and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.