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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.