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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.