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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.