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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Can,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.