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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Wire,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.