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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.