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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Nas,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.