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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.