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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel 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?
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.