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 South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.