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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.