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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.