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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.