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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.