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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.