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 Haiti and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.