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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.