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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.