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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.