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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.