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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.