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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Visage to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
AZ,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.