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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.