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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.