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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
New Order,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.