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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.