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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.