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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.