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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.