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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.