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 Korea North 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
cv313,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.