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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Ituana,
MC5,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.