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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.