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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.