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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.