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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Busters to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.