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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.