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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Move,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.