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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.