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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.