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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.