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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.