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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Main Source to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.