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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Television,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.