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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.