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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.