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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.