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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Faust,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.