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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.