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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Offenders to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.