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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Fear,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.