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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.