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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Q65,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.