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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.