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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 a-ha to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Symarip,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.