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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Hashim,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.