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 Benin and from Paris.
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 Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.