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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.