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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.