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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.