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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.