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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.