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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.