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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Jandek,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.