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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.