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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.