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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
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Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.