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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.