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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.