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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.