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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.