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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.