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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Quantec,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.