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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s 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 Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.