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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.