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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.