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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.