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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Nico,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.