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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.