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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.