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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.