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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.