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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Television,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.