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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.