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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.