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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.