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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.