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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 Seoul and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.