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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
The Move,
Ludus,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.