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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Rakim,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.