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 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Names,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.