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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Names,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.