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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.