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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Q65,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.