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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.