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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.