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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Audionom,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.