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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.