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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.