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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.