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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Sound to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.