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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Can,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.