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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.