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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Can,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Pole,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Nas,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.