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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Television,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.