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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.