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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Excepter,
Mars,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.