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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Magma,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.