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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.