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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.